Chapter 339 Jinjiang
The official person in charge, along with the rescue team and the Taoist priests, sped along the highway, hanging the emergency notice and driving straight all the way without wasting a moment. They finally made up for the time lost by the earthquake and arrived in Jiangbei from the southwest just after dawn.
In three hours, he covered a distance that normally takes five hours.
When getting off the car, even the person in charge who was always on the road almost fell to the ground because his legs went weak. The other people in the car also looked unhappy, holding onto the car door and making retching sounds.
Time was short and the task was heavy. The driver was intent on saving time and had to give up comfort. He drove at the speed of a helicopter on the highway. Even the experienced team members could not bear it and were made to feel nauseous by the shaking.
The driver scratched his head embarrassedly and could only smile awkwardly while standing aside.
But the person in charge didn't care about all this and staggered towards the village. He was so anxious that he was panic-stricken and began to imagine the worst.
No one’s phone was connected and no one could be contacted. In addition, there was a major earthquake before, and Yan Shixun’s tone was so serious last night...
Even though Taoist Priest Li said there was no need to worry, the official in charge still wanted to see it with his own eyes before he could feel at ease.
However, this anxiety reached its peak when the person in charge saw the guests' cars parked outside the village but no one was there.
The person in charge saw that the tire of the car had been punctured, and there were many uneven wounds on the car body, plus the stains on it, and subconsciously thought that the car had been besieged by something, maybe a zombie or a demon...
His eyes went dark and he didn't dare to think any more. He quickly asked the rescue team members who followed him to search the surrounding mountains for people.
"Eh? Isn't that Junior Brother Yan and the others?"
A Taoist priest spotted a figure shrouded in morning light in the distance.
The official in charge narrowed his eyes and tried to look forward in the dazzling light of the early morning.
On the ridge leading to the village, there were several figures standing.
Even though their faces couldn't be seen clearly against the light, the person in charge still relied on their body shapes and aura to slowly recognize the two people in the lead. They were Yan Shixun and the Lord of Fengdu!
"Mr. Yan..."
Maybe it was because the sun was too glaring or the bumpy road, but the person in charge suddenly burst into tears and his voice trembled.
The rescue team members, who had already made arduous preparations for a carpet search of the mountain to look for Yan Shixun and others, could not help but shout out in excitement.
First, the first person cried with joy and clapped his hands vigorously, then the second, and the third...
This is applause and glory for the heroes who returned successfully.
The Taoist priests originally wanted to rush over to ask Yan Shixun, but after hearing the applause, they all laughed and applauded along. They were truly proud of Yan Shixun and even more grateful that he was able to come back alive.
As soon as the applause started, Yan Shixun was alarmed.
But when he looked up cautiously, he saw familiar faces filled with joy and excitement, and many people were even wiping tears.
Yan Shixun's sharp brows slowly softened, and he sneered: "These people..."
But there was always a smile on his lips.
After the person in charge confirmed that it was Yan Shixun, he hurried over excitedly.
When he got closer, his expression suddenly changed.
On the ground... there was a blur of flesh and broken bones everywhere. The traces left on the grass and bushes vaguely showed the difficult battle of last night.
What shocked the official officials even more was the dead bodies lying all over the road.
Many of them were dressed in funeral clothes and had decayed to the point where only a pile of dry bones remained. However, there were a few bodies dressed like ordinary villagers, with a pool of blood under their bodies. They did not look like abnormal skeletons, but rather like local villagers who had been beaten to death here.
The person in charge changed his expression: "Mr. Yan, what is this?"
Yan Shixun glanced over with disgust in his eyes. He did not explain too much, but said calmly: "He who does too much evil will eventually perish. The consequences of his own evil deeds have come back to haunt him."
Jing Xiaobao, who was still hugging Yan Shixun's calf tightly and acting coquettishly, looked at the official person in charge with a confused expression, and then looked up at Yan Shixun, who didn't like to waste words.
A good idea immediately came to his mind.
The next moment, the official person in charge, who was about to ask Yan Shixun more questions, suddenly heard a voice coming from the side.
"Sir, if you want to know anything, just ask me."
The person in charge was startled by the sudden sound, and when he looked to the side in confusion, he was faced with a hideous and terrifying face.
The face was blue and black, full of wrinkles, the facial features were twisted and squeezed together, and there was even a bowl-sized scar on the head. It looked like an evil ghost squatting in the corner at night, waiting for its prey.
But even such a face was forced into a smile, which made it look even more weird.
The person in charge was so frightened that his scalp went numb. He screamed and took two steps back.
Seeing that the person in charge was frightened, the monster took two steps forward with concern and stretched out his hand to show concern: "Sir, what's wrong..."
The person in charge was even more frightened.
Fortunately, Yan Shixun was quick-witted and reached out his hand, grabbed the person in charge by his clothes and pulled him back.
He glanced to the side at the monster, but was not frightened like the person in charge. Instead, he saw clearly the uniform of the "monster", as well as the square-printed key and small notebook tied around its waist.
Yan Shixun immediately understood that this person was an official from the underworld, responsible for recording the experiences of souls before and after death and verifying shared sins.
But these officials are usually people who have done good deeds in their lifetime, and they usually don't leave the underworld, not to mention that it's still daytime...
Jing Xiaobao?
The child happily held Yan Shixun's calf with his little hands, and felt that he had done a great job. Yanyan would definitely agree to let him raise a big dog if she was happy.
Yan Shixun: “…………”
Found the culprit.
"Person in charge, this person is from the underworld. He is not a ghost and he is not here to take your life."
Yan Shixun patiently comforted the person in charge and explained to him: "He is responsible for recording. If you have any questions, you can ask him and he will tell you the truth."
The official head was still in shock, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the underworld official in front of him gradually changed from confusion and fear to curiosity.
He has worked in special departments for most of his life and has never seen an official from the underworld.
The official suddenly realized what was going on. "Oh! This humble official's face is indeed not very good-looking. I frightened you, sir. I am really sorry. I usually stay in hell, and everyone is used to this face, so I overlooked this problem for a while."
As he said this, he turned around and bowed respectfully to Yan Shixun, thanking him for helping him explain.
But although he said this, he silently retreated towards the person in charge, trying desperately to stay away from Yan Shixun.
How could anyone be willing to face the avenue head on? It's no exaggeration to say that it's like a mountain crushing an ant, not to mention that he's just a small official who wants to live for hundreds of years...
The small official muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to blame the King of Hell who summoned him here to be the lecturer. He even accidentally glanced at Jing Xiaobao, and he quickly lowered his head in a cold sweat.
There is a highway, a king of hell, and some officials in the human world. No one can afford to offend them.
The person in charge slowly calmed down and tentatively started a conversation with the ghost official.
With Yan Shixun and Jing Xiaobao standing by and watching, the ghost official faced the person in charge with all his life's enthusiasm, telling him everything he knew. Before the person in charge could ask any questions, the ghost official, who could read the person in charge's expressions, immediately gave an answer and explained to him in a torrent of words. The person in charge suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly.
The cooperation here is pleasant, but there are gloomy winds over there.
Yan Shixun picked up Jing Xiaobao and looked at him with a fake smile: "Why did you let the ghost official come here in broad daylight?"
Jing Xiaobao blinked his beautiful big eyes, and before he realized what the problem was, he proudly took credit for it in a childish voice: "Yanyan doesn't want to explain the cause and effect of these people, so let's change someone else, so that Yanyan can feel more relaxed."
"So Yanyan, let me raise a big dog, okay~"
The child had an expression that said "I'm great, come and praise me", which made Yan Shixun's face turn black.
"Jing Xiaobao."
He sneered and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. You have become more capable. Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are the King of Hell?"
Yan Shixun raised his hand and pointed at the sun that had already risen in the sky, and said, "Can't you see the sun? The Yang energy is abundant now, and it's not the time for ghosts to come out. Why are you calling the ghost official over?"
"!!!"
The flattery hit the horse's hoof. Jing Xiaobao: "QQ"
"Well, can we still keep that big dog at home?"
"Haha, guess."
“Wuwuwuwu Yanyan, Yanyan wuwuwuwu!!!”
"Shut up, hold it back, and don't cry. You can cry when I die."
Yan Shixun carried the sobbing Jing Xiaobao and handed over all the affairs in the village to the person in charge, and told him that the guests were all injured to varying degrees and were resting in a house not far away.
Hearing this, medical staff and rescue team members rushed towards the house.
Even the rescue team members who often saw serious injuries still felt horrified when they saw the brain matter and rotten flesh smeared everywhere, as well as the broken bones and shrouds scattered everywhere. The discomfort from the long and bumpy ride was magnified, and they felt so nauseous that they retched.
"A few days ago, my senior who is a forensic doctor asked me if the special department's emergency rescue team was short of people. He wanted to come and try. I said at the time that we are here to save people, and forensic doctors are not suitable."
One of the medical staff looked at the smelly blood and flesh on the ground with an expression that was hard to describe: "Now I realize that forensic doctors are the most suitable for this department."
When the guests saw the medical staff, they felt relieved.
After a tense night, An Nanyuan immediately collapsed to the ground, feeling exhausted. He pointed at Bai Shuang and told the medical staff in front of him, "My injury is fine. You take a look at her first. Her palm is almost broken. Girls can't have scars."
But the medical staff clearly saw that the palm of Annanyuan's hand was also covered with blood, and even a whole piece of flesh was cut off from it, hanging on his flesh, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't even curl up his palm.
"Don't worry, other colleagues have gone to see Miss Bai Shuang. Just take care of yourself first and give me your hand quickly."
The medical staff took An Nanyuan's hand and exclaimed, "You were so close to hurting your tendons, and you still say you're fine?"
In the panic of the middle of the night, everyone used whatever was at hand as a weapon and there was no point in being picky.
Although the portrait in Annanyuan's hand was heavy and could be used as a weapon, because he was holding it tightly, the two sharp corners of the frame kept rubbing against his palm and pressed into his finger bones.
After the medical staff finished a rough examination, they all broke out in cold sweats.
If it had deviated a little more, or if it had been worn for a few more minutes, Annanyuan would have injured his tendons, and even if he was cured, there would have been sequelae.
Annan originally seemed nonchalant, but was met with reproachful looks from the guests around him.
"Nanyuan, you have to take care of yourself too."
Zhao Zhen brought a blanket to cushion Song Ci's back to protect the delicate young master from the stones and rough ground. At the same time, he said to An Nanyuan seriously, "Next time if something like this happens again, you must not force yourself. Do you understand?"
"We are all companions who have experienced life and death many times. So what if you need to rest after being injured? We will help you carry on."
Zhao Zhen reprimanded: “Next time if you have any difficulties, just tell me directly.”
An Nanyuan was lying on the stretcher, feeling sore in his eyes.
He sniffed, raised his arms, shielded his eyes, and made an excuse for himself: "The sun is so bright today, my eyes hurt."
But his crying voice could not be hidden from anyone.
The others looked at each other and laughed.
"It's great, I can go home now."
"I feel like I haven't slept in my life. When I get back, I will turn off my phone and sleep for three days and three nights."
"Oh my old waist, if this happens a few more times, I can lose some weight at the same time."
"Hiss! This is weird. When did my back get hurt? I didn't even notice the pain!"
The medical staff was helping Nan Tian with a broken bone and putting a fixator on it, but they were amused by his frowning facial features. They reached out and patted him lightly on a non-injured part, saying with a smile, "You don't even know you're injured. You don't take yourself seriously enough. Do you know how dangerous it would be if a broken rib got stuck into your lungs?"
Song Ci rolled his eyes and said coldly: "You should let him try."
"You were so upset by Xingxing's incident that you didn't even care about your own life or death. What? Am I a cold-blooded animal? Are you the only one who was touched?"
The young master was wrapped in a quilt, his face was pale, but his voice was full of energy. He became angry when he mentioned the things that had accumulated before.
But Nantian was unable to refute and could only smile and nod in agreement, being attacked by the young master's venomous tongue word by word.
After checking the remaining traces of battle inside and outside the house and learning the whole story from the guests, the rescue team members' faces looked extremely ugly and their eyes were full of fear.
In that situation, not to mention the guests, even the players with good physical strength like them might not be able to escape unscathed. It was really a miracle that the guests could hold on to this point.
The team members looked at the guests with admiration: "You are amazing! Because of you, I think I will change my view on the profession of actor and singer from now on."
The other team members nodded.
But Bai Shuang's eyes dimmed, and she looked at the large pool of blood left in the yard, a little dazed.
That was where the leader of the wolf had lain before.
Although the alpha wolf has been saved now because of Brother Yan, she still remembers the sense of security when the alpha wolf's agile and huge body protected her behind her, and the warm touch of the alpha wolf's blood splashing on her body.
"It's not us who deserve admiration, it's the wolf pack."
Bai Shuang smiled bitterly and shook her head slowly: "If it wasn't for Brother Yan asking them to protect us, how could we have survived that situation."
She looked tired, her hair was messy, and her body and face were covered in blood. Her pretty cheeks were so covered in blood and dust that it was impossible to recognize her original appearance.
The medical staff came forward and hugged her gently, patting her on the back and comforting her: "It's all over, you are safe now, it's all over, we will go home now."
Seeing that the guests received proper treatment and arrangements, Yan Shixun finally turned around and walked towards the forest carrying the hiccuping Jing Xiaobao.
"Mr. Yan, where are you going?"
The rescuer asked in surprise: "Aren't you with us?"
Yan Shixun shook his head slowly. His voice was light but serious: "There is still one person who hasn't returned yet."
"I'm going to find him and bring him home."
Yan Shixun stretched out his long legs and took firm steps, and Ye Li walked side by side with him.
Beside him, two nimble wild wolves quickly caught up, walking at his feet with great momentum.
But as they walked, the figures of the two wolves became fainter and fainter, and gradually disappeared into the air.
The rescue team rubbed their eyes, looked at Yan Shixun in disbelief, and murmured to the person next to them: "Did you see it? The wolf, the wolf, disappeared!"
The people around him were immediately puzzled: "Where did the wolf come from? Are you hallucinating after staying up all night? Are you going to die suddenly? Let someone check you out."
"No, I saw a wolf! There really is one... Eh? Where did it go? It was squatting at Brother Yan's feet just now."
Another team member refuted, but when he was about to point to the wolf as evidence, he was surprised to find that the wolf was gone!
"What's going on..."
The team members murmured, feeling that the world before them had become magical.
Some of the people who stayed here said they saw wolves, while others said they didn't, and no one could convince the other.
Finally, the rescue team leader shook his head and sighed, "That's Mr. Yan. There are some things that we can't understand. Isn't that normal? No matter if there are wolves or not, they are not going to bite you. Besides, Mr. Yan is here if something happens, so you don't have to worry."
"Let's go, start working quickly, don't even think about being lazy!"
"I haven't slept for three days. Is there anyone who can take my place? I'm going to die of sudden death."
"You wish. Who hasn't endured it for several days? We are short of manpower now. Just bear with it. I endured it for four days and just now I vomited because of that car."
The team members wailed and then joked with each other and laughed.
Their task is to find out the situation here clearly, recreate the completed scene and record it accurately, and ensure that nothing contaminated with ghostly aura is left outside.
Just as he turned around, one of the team members scratched his head and finally realized that he felt something was strange just now.
"That's not right. Has anyone seen Director Zhang?"
The team members looked around and wondered, "Doesn't Director Zhang usually walk beside Mr. Yan? Why didn't we see him this time? Where did he go?"
“It seems to be true.”
"strangeness……"
"Yes! The person Mr. Yan said he was going to pick up just now was Director Zhang, right?"
The others suddenly realized and felt relieved.
"With Mr. Yan here, we don't have to worry about Director Zhang's affairs."
On the other side, the official person in charge had no time to care about Yan Shixun and was busy figuring out the situation with the ghost official.
After hearing the explanation from the ghost official, the person in charge quickly found out what these dead bodies lying on the ground had done in their lifetime and what their ancestors had done, what sins and killings they had committed, and what kind of punishment they should receive.
The past and the future were clearly laid out before the person in charge.
The person in charge was immediately furious: "They have killed people? How dare they do that! What era do they think we are in? They still dare to play the game of occupying the mountain and becoming the king."
The ghost official looked at the human official with pity and sighed in his heart.
He had been in this position for hundreds of years, recording the souls that were about to be sent to hell, and seeing all the people who were entangled in unforgivable sins. Therefore, he knew even more how much energy and effort it took to maintain peace in the world.
In his opinion, the official leaders were respectable enough, but these guilty people...
The ghost official glanced at the dead body on the ground indifferently and said, "You don't deserve to be angry for these people. There are more good people waiting for you to protect them. Don't be angry, take care of yourself."
The person in charge just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the ghost official say with a ghost face that looked even more ferocious when he smiled, "Live a few hundred more years."
Person in charge: “……???”
"Thank you...but I think I may not live to that age."
The person in charge looked at the ghost official with difficulty, and suddenly realized the gap between them: "I can live for a few decades and retire smoothly."
The ghost official looked at the person in charge in confusion, and suddenly realized that his mind, which had been fixed in the underworld, had finally turned to that of an ordinary person. He said embarrassedly, "Oh, I'm used to saying this to my colleagues, and I didn't notice that you were still alive."
Person in charge: ...That’s what you said.
The ghost official bowed repeatedly and said, "After you die, you can also consider our underworld and become my superior. It won't be a problem to live for a few hundred more years."
The official person in charge felt that if it weren't for his good professional ethics, he would have been very angry.
This doesn't sound like a blessing at all! If an ordinary person told another person to go to the underworld, it would sound like a curse, right?
However, considering the gap between the underworld and the world of the living, the person in charge still forced himself to adapt to this cultural difference, and quickly regarded the ghost official's invitation to him to the underworld as an affirmation of his work.
After the person in charge began to investigate the situation in the entire village, he found that the ghost official was indeed very useful, and Jing Xiaobao really did not cheat him this time.
Whether it was a pile of rotten bones on the ground, a corpse that was unrecognizable, or flesh and blood that had rotted into a mess, the ghost official could tell the person's life and death immediately with just a glance. Whether it was his experience, identity, or merits and demerits, he flipped through the small notebook in his hand with frayed edges and explained it clearly.
The official responsible was stunned when he heard this.
After hearing the sound, other Taoist priests and rescue team members around also looked over here in surprise.
"Your work is so meticulous."
The person in charge exclaimed: "It's like a walking archive room."
"Thank you very much."
The ghost official bowed his body, but smiled proudly. He straightened his chest and said with a little pride: "It's all because of the good leadership of the King of Hell. The King of Hell is wise."
Person in charge: ...Okay, it can be seen that he has really lived for hundreds of years. His ability to flatter is quite good.
With the ghost official here, the work progress on the official side has advanced by leaps and bounds. The work that originally took several days can now be completed in just a few minutes.
One spoke, one recorded, and one moved the body and packaged the evidence.
The speed was so fast that it almost formed an assembly line, smooth and satisfying. The rescue team members were stunned by the sight. It was a rare moment of happiness in this tedious and time-consuming work.
Generally speaking, for this kind of corpse, they must verify the identity and name clearly, and sort out the cause and effect before they can seal it up, write it into the report and keep it on file, to prevent similar incidents from happening again in the future. Later people will have the information to check and find corresponding solutions.
Although it is tedious and tiring for everyone to do, it is a job they have to do.
Although the team members were not dissatisfied, they were also happy that their work could be a little easier.
Suddenly, the ghost officer's ferocious face could not stop the team members' enthusiasm, and they all gathered around him, wanting to learn from his experience.
The ghost official hurriedly covered his notebook and said, "What are you doing? You can't read it. This is confidential. It's the work of the underworld!"
The Taoist priests saw this scene and didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "In the past, they were afraid of the underworld, but now it's the other way around, the underworld is afraid of us."
"Because Junior Brother Yan is here."
Another Taoist priest laughed loudly: "Although the Grandmaster didn't say it clearly last night, it's obvious that this is definitely the change brought about by Junior Brother Yan. The young are really formidable! It's a blessing for Haiyun Temple and the world to have Junior Brother Yan!"
Taoist priest with sheep-like beard nodded, stroked his beard with satisfaction and pride, and said: "Misfortunes often bring blessings. The great way is in decline, but it is reborn. The balance of yin and yang brings vitality. Good, good!"
"It would be great if Mr. Chengyun were here."
The Taoist priest sighed: "Let Master Chengyun also take a look at how talented and brilliant the disciple he personally taught is, and how he was able to turn the tide."
"It's a pity that Master Chengyun passed away too early..."
After a long silence, someone suddenly realized another problem: "Huh? Where is the smiling little director who is always by Daoist Fellow Yan's side? Why isn't he here?"
Another Taoist priest who had seen the King of Hell in the old Fengdu Hell with his own eyes could not help but sigh: "How can living people know about the affairs of ghosts and gods? I can only trust Daoist Fellow Yan and wait for news from Daoist Fellow Yan."
…
Because he was concerned about the guests who stayed on the other side of the forest, as well as all living things in the world, Yan Shixun immediately confirmed the safety and vitality of all lives after leaving the cave.
Not until he saw with his own eyes that peace had returned to the world and the guests had been taken over by official leaders and the rescue team, Yan Shixun endured his anxious worries and dealt with everything, then put all his energy into finding the King of Hell.
"During the trial, I returned to the moment of the battle with the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor a thousand years ago. However, when it all starts over again, I will still make the same choice as before, without any difference."
"I hate my past self. I failed to protect the lives left behind. This is something I can never forgive myself for. Even if I can finally give them justice after they die, send them to reincarnate and start a new life... it still can't alleviate the guilt I feel for them."
Ye Li lowered his eyelashes slightly: "Although I don't agree with the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor, what the old Fengdu Hell said is correct - Guilt is the most horrible hell, a prison made of lines on the ground that cannot be escaped."
Even though he had no fear of the trial or the heaven and earth, at the same time, he knew very well that he might not be able to pass the trial.
Most people in the world do not know themselves, but Yeli is not one of them.
He always knew what he wanted and what he stood for.
However, the path he had always adhered to may very likely kill him this time, causing him to perish in the trial.
The Tao is never a place that can be compromised. It will not be soft-hearted to anyone, because it knows very well that if the Tao is slightly biased or wrong, all living things will suffer. The Tao is responsible for the future of the world, sees the future that living things cannot see, and makes arrangements in advance to prepare for crises.
Even if sentient beings do not understand the Tao, this will never shake the Tao in the slightest.
The avenue is also very strict when selecting new avenues.
Even the Lord of Fengdu, whom it had begged many times, would not let it go and would not be moved in the slightest.
Want to be the new avenue?
Then one must truly possess strength equal to that of the Tao, enough to shoulder the weight of all living things.
From the moment Ye Li stepped into the trial realm, he knew what he was going to face.
However, his lover is waiting for him, the heaven and earth and the kind souls are waiting for him, all expectations are placed on him, and he will not retreat at all.
Even though Ye Li had made sufficient preparations, he had also prepared himself for death after failure. No matter what the result was, he had to go through this journey.
Everything was as Ye Li expected.
Except for the appearance of the King of Hell.
When Ye Li, who had lost all his memories, saw the King of Hell for the first time during the trial, he realized that something seemed to be wrong. His memories that had been stripped away by the Great Dao began to instinctively return to his soul.
The reminder from the King of Hell awakened Ye Li, like a decisive rain that brought new life to the battlefield of blood and fire.
As a result, Ye Li was able to face himself calmly and accept his past that he hated.
When the Lord of Fengdu successfully ascended to the throne, it was also the time when the Great Dao punished the King of Hell.
Whether it is ghosts and gods or the Tao itself, if they violate the rules of heaven and earth, they will incur corresponding punishment.
What’s more, it is such an important matter as selecting a new avenue.
When Ye Li felt the avenue falling on his shoulders, he also knew that the King of Hell...
Completely dead.
Ye Li was stunned for a long time during the trial before he accepted this fact.
The King of Hell is originally a remnant soul stripped of his divine name. Dozens of reincarnations have made him even weaker. After this life, he will completely return to death.
But he was so cruel that he didn't even give himself one last life. He walked into the trial field calmly even though he knew what would happen. He pushed Ye Li at the critical moment, but at the same time fell into the abyss himself.
There is no possibility for such a King of Hell to survive the cause and effect of the Great Dao.
After all, that is...
The cause and effect of ascending to the throne.
The stronger the power that Ye Li obtains after becoming the Great Dao, the stronger the cause and effect that will strike back upon the King of Hell will be.
Under the thunder, no corpse was left.
Before leaving the trial, Ye Li also looked for the soul of the King of Hell. He searched the soul in the entire false world of the trial, but there was no response.
It was as if after the death of the gods a hundred years ago, the Lord of Fengdu went to heaven and earth, searched the whole human world, trying to find the soul of the King of Hell but returned empty-handed.
The same scene happened again.
Ye Li lowered her thick eyelashes like crow feathers and told Yan Shixun all about her experiences.
His voice was calm, as if this incident could not stir up any waves of emotion in him.
But the palms of his hands hanging by his sides had slowly clenched into fists.
Yan Shixun stood in the silent forest and remained silent for a long time.
Ye Li frowned slightly, looking reluctant.
He knew the importance of King Yan—or Zhang Wubing—to Yan Shixun.
When Li Chengyun died, it was Zhang Wubing who stayed by Yan Shixun's side, running around to help him with chores and always staying by his side.
In the years after Li Chengyun left, Zhang Wubing was the only one by Yan Shixun's side.
Even though this little ghost-calling fool was snatching time and life from ghosts every day, he always went to Yan Shixun crying and asking for his help. Without Yan Shixun's help, he could not survive for another day.
To outsiders, it seemed that Zhang Wubing had always been the one asking for favors, and Yan Shixun did not kick Zhang Wubing out because of his kindness or because of Zhang Wubing's family background.
But if you get to know Yan Shixun, you will find that he is not a kind-hearted person at all.
Yan Shixun, who has seen countless wronged souls and evil ghosts and heard the truths buried in the darkness, has the clearest and most thorough understanding of the good and evil of human nature.
No one can hide their little thoughts in front of Yan Shixun.
Unless he is truly sincere and has no ill intentions.
This is the case with Zhang Wubing.
He truly regarded Yan Shixun as his friend.
Maybe there are many "friends", and everyone who meets in the circle of the third generation of rich people is a "friend". But the only friend for whom he can sacrifice his life is Yan Shixun.
The silly Zhang Wubing gave Yan Shixun, who was walking alone in the world, a kind of warmth, pure and passionate, which made Yan Shixun always keep an eye on the world and never be separated from this society for a moment.
Even though Yan Shixun often disliked this clinging little fool, every time he rescued Zhang Wubing, he did so without any hesitation or ambiguity.
This is his only friend.
The only one.
Yan Shixun pursed his lips and his eyes darkened.
"If the King of Hell was able to survive the death of the gods a hundred years ago, then he can do it this time too."
Yan Shixun raised his eyes and looked at Ye Li: "I don't believe that the King of Hell will die. He is more cunning than a fox. If he can deceive the Great Dao once, he can deceive it a second time. Unless I see his death with my own eyes, I will never give up."
"His soul was left in the trial? Then reopen the trial. I want to go in and find him."
Yan Shixun's voice was calm and his eyes were firm: "I will never give up until the last second."
Ye Li saw clearly the persistence of his lover. Instead of trying to persuade her, he abandoned reason and chose emotion.
At this moment, he is not the Dao, but just Yeli.
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